Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Smile





She wore make up
  and her smile, almost
beatific in the
  half light of the


hall, was serene and
  all but endless. I
thought of it that


night, as light from
  a half moon threw
itself from a warm


window towards me.
  She wore make
up and her smile


made a day brighter;
  gave it depth, made
the night lighter.



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